Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Jing Jiaren looked at his strong body pressed down...

She smiled confusedly, and couldn't help stroking the rose scar on his chest with her fingers.

"Can't this scar go away? Will it stay there forever?"

Ximen Longting replied dully: "Same as you, always here!"

In his heart...

Jing Jiaren's fingers trembled, and his legs were knocked away by him, wrapping around his strong waist.

He clings to her intimately again...

The sultry atmosphere, the heat in the bathroom is like a big steamer.

She was kissed by him, and asked in a daze, "Didn't you have it just now?"

"Do you think this kind of opportunity comes every day?" He whispered secretly.

Every day I can't wait to find out that troublesome kid.

Jing Jia knew it in her heart, how could the baby be so good tonight?Is he really a genius who knows everything?

That night, Jing Jiaren dreamed about the baby. He had a pair of red eyes, and a childish face with exquisite and profound features, which was a complete replica of Ximen Longting.

The little guy was standing in the bathtub, with his buttocks bare, taking a towel, rubbing up and down, left and right, and taking a bath.

He also played very HIGH alone, and the bubbles became crystal clear and flew everywhere.

Suddenly he raised his arrogant chin and stared at him, and said something.

Like calling "Mommy"?

Are you calling her...

Jing Jiaren couldn't hear the sound, but it seemed that a lens was stretching and widening.

Xiao Aojiao sat in the bathtub full of white bubbles, staring at a pair of fiery red eyes, like a little dinosaur that could breathe fire at any time.

Look at the little bath towel hanging on his shoulders again.

The picture of such a small child scrubbing himself in the bath is really interesting.

Jing Jiaren couldn't help laughing, which woke her up.

What came into view was the enlarged version, Ximen Longting's face with eyes closed was superb.

Jing Jiaren looked at his messy hair, he fell asleep without blowing it after washing it last night, as if he had just surfed the waves.

Ximen Longting's original hair color was golden chestnut, with aristocratic curls after washing.

And the little baby in the dream is exactly the same as Ximen Longting, except for longer hair, curly hair, hair color, facial features, domineering temperament, etc.

She sighed, stretched out her hand to caress Ximen Longting's sleeping face...

How great would it be if this baby was theirs?

Jing Jiaren got out of bed softly, her body was sore and tired, but she was very energetic.

This is the last day.

Downstairs, Wilson seemed to have been up all night, sitting upright on the sofa.

As soon as she saw Jing Jiaren going downstairs, she got up vigilantly and walked over: "Miss Jing..."

Jing Jiaren looked around, it was still early, and the servants were watering the flowers and cutting the grass in the yard: "What time do you leave?"

"Today at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, your air ticket and passport are all arranged."

"After I left, Ximen Longting..."

"Master has already made plans for the matter of the young master. Miss Jing can just take care of her own safety."

Jing Jiaren checked the time, it was 5:56 in the morning.

She suddenly thanked herself for not snoozing, otherwise she would have slept until 12 o'clock, and would not even have time to say goodbye to Ximen Longting.

"Wouldn't Ms. Jing ask where you are staying?" Wilson asked late.

"Don't care, don't care." She said indifferently, "It's still early, I'll make him breakfast."

Where there is no Ximen Longting, there is hell everywhere...

So what if she knows, can she change the status quo?

Wilson's lips moved, looking at her leaving back, hesitant to speak.This trip, life or death is difficult to judge.